Yang Qingheng could even hear the frantic heartbeat coming from his chest, and was amused: "What are you afraid of? You're just not used to it yet, you'll get used to it gradually."
Song Hengjue nodded, his chin bumping against her shoulder. Only then did he realize what he had just done, and he pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, taking a step back awkwardly.
He glanced up discreetly and, seeing that Yang Qingheng's face showed no unusual expression, breathed a sigh of relief.
He still wasn't quite used to his intimacy with her. He felt strange that the woman he liked had become his girlfriend the moment he opened his eyes, and he was even more afraid that Yang Qingheng would think he was being a pervert.
Yang Qingheng picked up the documents Fang Nan had compiled, intending to first understand the internal structure of Boxiang, but she couldn't ignore the intense gaze coming from the side, as if it wanted to burn a hole in her face. She pursed her lips and glanced at him uncomfortably.
"What are you looking at? Go over there and rest. What happens next is none of your business."
She doesn't even look in the mirror at those two big dark circles under his eyes; they make her uncomfortable just looking at them.
Song Hengjue's face flushed, and he obediently went to the rest room inside to hide away.
He had just closed the door when Li Nian arrived.
"Mr. Li, is there something you need to tell me?" Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow, sat up straight, but was very wary.
Li Nian glanced around the office: "Where's President Song?"
"President Song isn't feeling well and needs to rest. Go inside and relax. You can tell me if you need anything," Yang Qingheng said politely, pouring him a cup of tea.
Usually, once things have reached this point, they stop talking unless it's something important. But unexpectedly, Li Nian seemed not to understand human speech, and laughed heartily: "It's good that President Song is here. There is indeed something important. Do you think you can talk to him and have him come out to see me? It will be over soon."
Yang Qingheng's smile faded: "Manager Li, it's the same if you tell me."
Li Nian looked up, his tone nonchalant and unserious, but his words were deliberately difficult: "I'll talk to President Song about my business with him."
Seeing his stubborn look, Yang Qingheng thought he was going to tell Song Hengjue some company secrets, so she quickly went to the lounge to ask Song Hengjue to come out.
"What is it?" Song Hengjue sat up the moment he heard the man's voice, and now he pushed open the door and came out with a cold expression.
Li Nian curled her lips, her peach blossom eyes inexplicably gaining a touch of laziness: "I want to take charge of Hai Li's project."
Because of the way he looked at Yang Qingheng during the meeting, Song Hengjue felt a bit annoyed with him and instinctively wanted to refuse. However, thinking that Yang Qingheng was still there, he could only purse his lips and vaguely say, "I'll think about it. You can go back first."
Looking into his eyes, the strange feeling from the meeting room earlier surged back into Li Nian's mind. His eyes flickered slightly, and he simply nodded: "Okay."
He stood up deftly, glancing at Yang Qingheng before leaving.
I can't quite describe the emotion.
Yang Qingheng frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Should you agree?" Song Hengjue was still immersed in what had just happened and sought Yang Qingheng's opinion.
Yang Qingheng was also unsure, and said helplessly, "Don't worry, I'll ask Fang Nan later."
I used to think that Song Hengjue's company job was easy, but now I realize that it's anything but easy.
These shareholders are all incredibly difficult to deal with. Compared to them, the shareholders in her company are just small fry. She was lucky when she chose her partners, since Tang Bainian and his parents helped with the selection.
When Fang Nan didn't return for a long time, they went outside to find the secretary-general: "I just issued a task, asking you to go to the finance department and bring me the details, but you haven't brought them in yet."
The secretary-general stood up awkwardly: "I just sent someone over, but the finance department said you don't have that authority, unless President Song personally signs and gives the order."
"Who said that?" Yang Qingheng frowned. She had recently taken over Song Hengjue's position. Although she couldn't convince everyone immediately, the finance department shouldn't have blocked such a small matter.
It's just checking the books, not allocating funds.
Someone must have been interfering.
Sure enough, the secretary hesitated for a second before speaking, "The finance department said that President Mo won't allow it."
Old man.
A dark glint flashed in Yang Qingheng's eyes as she recalled the relationship chart Fang Nan had sent over a few days ago, revealing that Mo Ying had infiltrated the finance department.
Looking at the half-empty office, I felt even more irritated: "It's not working hours now, where did they all go?"
No wonder Fang Nan didn't come back for half a day after he went out to organize the documents. It's no wonder that people usually slack off and can't work quickly.
Unexpectedly, the secretary blurted out, "They've all taken their annual leave, and a few have even submitted their resignations. I was planning to report to you later."
Yang Qingheng hadn't been this silent in a long time. She calmed herself for a full two minutes before nodding: "Have the HR department continue recruiting quickly."
Back in the office, I almost laughed out of anger.
The meeting had just ended and everyone had already submitted their resignations. The finance department was also unwilling to cooperate. If it weren't for that old bastard Mo Ying, she would have her name written backwards.
"Want a cup of tea to cool down?" Song Hengjue stuck out his index finger and poked her elbow.
"I don't want to drink, stop bothering me, go and rest first." Yang Qingheng got annoyed just looking at him.
Of the dozen or so secretaries, half of them were actually placed there by others.
Has Song Hengjue lost his mind? He can't even see this.
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, don't be angry." Song Hengjue was frightened and obediently went into the lounge, not daring to come out and get in the way.
Yang Qingheng's temples throbbed with anger. She gritted her teeth, swallowed her anger, and patted her chest reassuringly.
She wasn't angry. She had known all along that Song Hengjue was a stubborn man, and she couldn't have too much hope for him in these areas.
When Fang Nan returned, she heard the secretary-general talk about Yang Qingheng coming to see her earlier, and couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at the office.
While Song Hengjue is alright at R&D, he really has no talent for anything else in the company.
Despite my efforts to learn over the years, I haven't made much progress in interpersonal skills or cunning.
With such a huge mess, Yang Qingheng's anger will only increase, not decrease.
Song Hengjue noticed Yang Qingheng's increasingly gloomy expression and dared not stay at the company any longer, fearing that she might suddenly turn on him.
Moreover, he was genuinely afraid of being exposed in front of everyone, so he slunk away from the company in the afternoon.
"Driver, stop at the shopping mall ahead." He instructed the driver, having just remembered something.
He slept and found himself in his twenties. After the planned economy was replaced by the opening up, everything around him was unfamiliar.
Song Hengjue had a great interest in these things.
Most importantly, he needed to integrate into life here as soon as possible; he didn't want to become a burden to Yang Qingheng.
Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his wisps of hair drooping down his forehead, looking somewhat defeated.
He had only walked around twice and was still dazed by the novelty of the sights when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head sharply and the smile on his face vanished instantly.
It was Gu Yi.
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